Microfiction

No one ever talked to him. I didn’t know why. He always sat by himself at lunch, he always walked in the hallways reading never looking at people, barely even noticing they were there. I was in a couple of classes with him and he didn’t answer any questions, and the teachers never called on him. If it wasn’t for mandatory school, most people thought he would be a recluse in a basement somewhere. I however, was fascinated. I thought he was cute, he was smart too, he had straight A’s. As far as I could tell, the only reason he didn’t talk to anybody because they didn’t talk to him. I never found the right time to go and introduce myself. He was always by himself and reading, I was intimidated. I’ll do it tomorrow I told myself everyday. One day, there was no tomorrow. Not for him anyway. He had killed himself. They found him holding a book.